fan-tods

That Arlen Specter no longer feels the GOP to be a hospitable place ought to give Republican operatives what the writer David Foster Wallace used to call the "howling fan-tods."

Daniel Frick: How the Right Left the Center; or Arlen Specter and the Silent Majority Revisited 2009

These was all nice pictures, I reckon, but I didn't somehow seem to take to them, because if ever I was down a little they always give me the fan-tods.

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 1884

If a person starts in to jabber-jabber-jabber about scenery, and history, and pictures, and all sorts of tiresome things, I get the fan-tods mighty soon.

A Tramp Abroad 1879

So I looked too, though it give me the fan-tods to do it.

Tom Sawyer, Detective Mark Twain 1872

I didn't somehow seem to take to them, because if ever I was down a little they always give me the fan-tods.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Mark Twain 1872

I didn't somehow seem to take to them, because if ever I was down a little they always give me the fan-tods.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chapters 16 to 20 Mark Twain 1872

That Arlen Specter no longer feels the GOP to be a hospitable place ought to give Republican operatives what the writer David Foster Wallace used to call the "howling fan-tods."

The Full Feed from HuffingtonPost.com 2009

That Arlen Specter no longer feels the GOP to be a hospitable place ought to give Republican operatives what the writer David Foster Wallace used to call the "howling fan-tods."

The Full Feed from HuffingtonPost.com Daniel Frick 2009

And everybody crowded back to Uncle Silas's little old church, and was ever so loving and kind to him and the family and couldn't do enough for them; and Uncle Silas he preached them the blamedest jumbledest idiotic sermons you ever struck, and would tangle you up so you couldn't find your way home in daylight; but the people never let on but what they thought it was the clearest and brightest and elegantest sermons that ever was; and they would set there and cry, for love and pity; but, by George, they give me the jim-jams and the fan-tods and caked up what brains I had, and turned them solid; but by and by they loved the old man's intellects back into him again, and he was as sound in his skull as ever he was, which ain't no flattery, I reckon.

Tom Sawyer, Detective Mark Twain 1872

These was all nice pictures, I reckon, but I didn’t somehow seem to take to them, because if ever I was down a little they always give me the fan-tods.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 2003